Monday, November 10, 2003PAINFUL INSOMNIAMy stomach rips at my innards My hands shake with discomfort My stomach gradually grows warmer As an icy numbness swathes my fingers My mind is a mess of thoughts and visions My physical pains fuel the emotional I battle the turmoil I face within My victories numbering null The clock ticks away My... Sign in to see full entry.posted by JustJilly at 10:13 PM Comments (0) (link) |
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